Page 41 of Worthy

“You don’t know that.” Wren reaches up, running her fingers through my hair. “It’s your first time doing anything with a woman, and we’re best friends. It’s going to change everything, Nelly.”

“Are you attracted to me?” I ask. My hands tremble, heart racing, not realizing how badly I need to hear her say she is.

“Of course, I am.”

Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I smile, warmth spreading under my skin. “Do you want me… in that way?”

Without hesitation, she says, “More than fucking anything.”

I swear, my heart skips a beat.

“So, then have me,” I whisper. “Please, Wren.”

She sighs. “We’ve been drinking, Nell, and it’s probably messing with your head.”

Groaning, I grab her face in my hands. “It’s not,” I say, insistence thick around my words. “I want this. Want you, Wren.” In the back of my mind, I’m surprised I’m not more nervous about admitting this to her. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol doing its job, or just everything boiling to the surface right now, making it easy to be honest. Maybe both. “After you kissed me all those years ago, I never regretted that. I’ve thought about it so many times since.”

Wren’s brows pinch together. “You have?”

“Have you not?”

“Of course,Ihave. But we never talked about it, so I assumed you either didn’t remember or didn’t want to.”

Hearing Wren admit that is everything. It eases that little, fickle grain of doubt I’ve always felt in the deep recesses of my mind, like maybe it wasn’t as big a deal to her as it was me. Maybe it was just like any other kiss. I didn’t realize how much I needed to know it affected her too.

My thumb traces her full bottom lip, her breath hitching as she watches me. “Neither of those are true, Wren. So,please.”

Her eyes darken as she sits up, hands still gripping my hips tightly, like if she lets go, the entire moment will vanish.. “If you keep begging me like that, I’m not going to be able to tell you no.”

Hands still framing her face, I kiss her. It starts out slow, building into something ravenous, licking into her mouth, tasting just how much she really does want me too, even if she’s trying to tamp it down. My breasts press into hers, the friction causing my nipples to pebble, a jolt of desire shooting straight to my core.

We break apart, chests heaving with breaths we can’t quite catch. Her eyes find mine, drowning in lust, lips slick with our shared spit, and she’s never looked more beautiful. I feel like I’m seeing Wren in a brand-new light; one I wish I would’ve sooner.

“Please, Wren…”

“Please, what, baby?” She crashes our lips together once more, flipping us until my back is flat on the leather and she’s on top of me. A gasp falls from my lips as my body tingles just under the surface, heat continuing to pool low in my stomach. My legs wrap around her waist automatically, and when she presses her body down, I moan at the zap of pleasure that flutters my insides.

She pulls back, a sultry smirk playing on her lips as she looks at me expectantly. It’s only then I remember she asked me something to begin with. I suddenly feel flustered. Nerves coat my stomach, and I know my cheeks are bright red.

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly, my voice coming out meeker than I mean to. “Touch me…”

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” She leans down, brushing her lips against my collarbone, a violent shiver taking over. “Here?” Wren’s fingers push the top of my tank top down a little, pressing a kiss there, goosebumps blossoming everywhere in response. “Or maybe here?”

It’s a real struggle to force myself to sit still when all I want to do is squirm under her touch. My blood is on fire; everywhere she touches feeling electric.

Wren pushes my shirt up, exposing my abdomen, and my stomach dips when she flicks her tongue out against my belly button ring. “Or maybe here?” She continues to tease, and I’m going out of my mind.

“Everywhere!” I all but shout. “Just… please!”

She snickers, sitting back on her heels as he nods her head to the left. “Come on,” she says, raising off the couch. “Let’s go lie by the fire.”

I’m confused by her change of direction, but I follow her, nonetheless. Her fingers find the hem of my tank, gently pulling it over my head before letting it fall to the ground. I’m left before her in tiny shorts and a sports bra. Her eyes greedily roam all over me, and I no longer know if the warm, fuzzy feeling coursing through my blood is because of the alcohol or the way she’s looking at me.

Crossing my arms, I grab onto the bottom of my sports bra, tugging it over my head, letting it drop beside my shirt. Wren’s eyes dip down, darkening as the air in the room thickens.

“You are so goddamn beautiful, Nelly.” There’s awe in her voice and appreciation in her gaze that makes my stomach flutter. Never in my life have I had someone look at me the way Wren does.

She takes a single step, closing any distance between us. “Can I?”

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